Lately, I expend every single moment of my being wondering what life would be like when I leave your streets. Whether the familiar faces and known spaces can be replaced by the new found ones. Whether my eyes will still gleam of innocent hope, of love found and love lost, of the images of the shadows I memorised while walking up your alley.
Whether you'd miss my the sound of my footsteps coming your way , my unassuming happiness that filled me as I trode your lonely streets wet by the july rains.
Whether the diamonds born on your path as the sun caressed your feet, will remember me like I remember them.
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